Gimme a Yee-Haw for D’Ann Lindun!

Welcome to Friday Flames where words of romance will fill you with heat!

Today I welcome back a good friend and all-around cowgirl:

D’Ann Lindun

Her stories of cowboys and western life are as real as they come. And she ought to know – she’s the real deal.

Blurb:

At sixteen, unwed and scared, Cat O’Brien gave up her newborn daughter for adoption. Seventeen years later Eve reappears…pregnant.

Tanner Burke never forgot his first love. Or the daughter he gave up at eighteen.

Forced together for the sake of their pregnant teenage daughter, can Tanner and Cat find a way to forgive each other and fall in love again?

Excerpt:

He took her lips in his, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Like coming home, they melded together in a rush. Tasting, teasing, they explored unfamiliar, yet familiar. Her hands went everywhere—in his silky hair, down his arms, cupping his firm ass.

He broke away long enough to untie the loose knot at her waist. She shook the sleeves of the too-big robe off, letting them puddle around her waist. Then she slipped out of the borrowed T-shirt and held it like a shield until he took it from her and dropped it on the floor. Her turgid nipples ached in the cold winter air. Her skin prickled as if she’d stepped outside.

“Cold?” he murmured into her mouth.

“No,” she whispered back.

He bent and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking deep. With a little cry, she arched her back and dug her nails into his shoulders. His heated mouth on her nipple nearly shattered her right then and there. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him so close she could feel his erection through his pajama pants and her suddenly wet bikini panties. He ran his thumbs under the edges of her panties, stopping just short of brushing over her ultra-sensitive center, teasing until her legs trembled. Her body ached, wept, and she dropped her legs and spread them, silently begging him to touch her there.

Instead, he let go of her breast and dropped one kiss after another down her middle. With his tongue, he traced the edge of her outie bellybutton. Cat had always hated her bellybutton, but in that moment, she’d never trade it for another. Glad for the dark, she didn’t flinch when he tracked kisses over her lower stomach. If the light had been strong enough, he would have been able to see the faint, silvery lines crisscrossing her abdomen.

Reminders of her long-ago pregnancy.

Like a splash of icy stream water had splashed over her, Cat froze. She shoved his head. “Quit.”

“Huh?” He lifted his mouth from her belly. “Why?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Because this is a mistake, that’s why.”

He stood straight and hugged her close, running his hands up and down her back. “What’s wrong?”

God help her, the feel of his work-roughened hands on her skin nearly weakened her. But she fought for control. “I’m not ready for this.”

Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there’s just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!